Chapter 55: It's easy to be born, it's easy to live, but it's not easy to live

Ye Yang took a quick look and discovered that it was a naked girl.

She was tall, thin, young and beautiful, about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was the woman who had just been humiliated by Long Gang.

After being forced by Long Gang, the woman could not bear the humiliation and hit her head against a rock and died. The cinnabar on her eyebrows was as red as blood, which was very impressive.

"This Long Gang really deserves to die! He forcibly robbed women, which is totally unlike people like us who practice cultivation. I don't know how many people have been toyed to death by him in the past."

Ye Yang cursed in his heart, and the others seemed reluctant, but they only dared to whisper.

There are also a small number of people who have already become numb, as if they didn't see anything and just go about their business.

This made Ye Yang feel a little cold in his heart.

"What bad luck! Damn you, I gave you wealth and glory but you didn't know how to enjoy it. If you die, your twin sister will still be alive. Tonight, I will still enter the bridal chamber and marry a bride."

Longgang cursed inwardly, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a black wild eagle as big as a washbasin flew out of the carriage.

The wild eagle flew to the dead woman's body, grabbed her face with its four claws, and swallowed her two eyeballs alive.

Then it flapped its wings and flew back into Long Gang's hands. Long Gang stroked the eagle's blood-stained feathers with his hand and walked into the carriage.

After a while, the sound of crying was heard again in the carriage.

Ye Yang secretly wrote a line of words.

"Long Gang bullies the weak and forcibly seizes the woman."

After thinking for a while, he wrote again.

"A woman was killed."

Then he felt it was not enough and added: "It caused chaos and complaints at the scene!"

After writing it, he thought about it and crossed it out, because when it comes to assessments, there are usually other people hiding in the dark and he couldn't take any risks, so he just needed to record it in detail.

Then he wrote another sentence: "There are many people who are dissatisfied privately."

But I didn't send it, but put it there for careful consideration.

After the summary is completed, I will summon a white dove and send it to Zhang Li.

The group rested for a while and then continued on their way.

Countless refugees scrambled to eat and drink the leftovers left along the way.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang sighed secretly, feeling a little upset but helpless.

……

There were quite a few people in the caravan, and they were also escorting heavy objects.

So the speed was not very fast, and Long Gang had to rest from time to time, so after walking for ten days, they had covered less than a thousand miles.

People say that cultivating immortals requires youthful vigor, a cold and proud character, chivalrous conduct, and a rising star.

But in fact, cultivating immortality is very tiring, with dust flying on your face and your body smelling of sweat.

It is common to use the ground as a mat and the sky as a blanket.

People who have choices will not go out and wander around.

People who have no choice can only go out and wander the world
After walking for more than ten days, even with Ye Yang's temperament, he felt a little tired.

It was evening. Ye Yang untied the ghost-head seven-ring sword on his back, spun it in his hand, and began to practice the wind and frost sword technique.

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Fengshuang Sword Skill: Great Mastery
Progress: 1.3%
Next level: Grandmaster level
Be perseverant, swing the knife a thousand times every day, and persist for a year and ten months and you will succeed.

After completing his training in the swordsmanship, he then began to work hard on the basic swordsmanship. During this period of time, his left-hand swordsmanship had become as flexible as his left arm, and it was extremely agile, like a poisonous python coming out of a cave, ready to devour its prey.

"Once you understand the differentiation of sword light, you can practice swordsmanship."

Ye Yang put away his sword and stood up, thinking to himself.

Sword Light Division is similar to One Sword Ten Kills, and is the basic skill of sword cultivation. If you can comprehend it, you will make rapid progress.
The sword-wielding demon ape's left and right arms are of equal strength, swift and powerful, making his originally clumsy left hand even more agile.

Dong Li, who was standing by, saw Ye Yang practicing and couldn't help but admire him secretly.

Over the past ten days, he had carefully observed this young man and found that he had little free time. Whenever he had free time, he would practice diligently. No wonder he was already a sect cultivator at such a young age.

Diligence can never deceive anyone.

"Brother Ye, come and have a bowl of soup. Donkey meat soup is not easy to find on the road."

Dong Li brought over a bowl of soup and two steamed buns.

The soup is garnished with some wild onion and red pepper, alternating between red and yellow, with a fingernail-sized luster and a fragrant aroma.

Ye Yang nodded in thanks, took the soup and took a few sips.

Dong Li sat down on a rock beside him, snored, and took a big sip.

"My home is in Haicheng, which is also a water city, and there are a lot of soup restaurants every few shops."

"Oh?

"Ye Yang was a little surprised. Shanhai City was exactly the destination of this trip, and it was about 2,000 miles away from Feitian Gate.

The journey is long. How could Dong Li make a living in Feitianmen? Judging from his appearance, he seems to be missing home.

As if noticing Ye Yang's surprise, Dong Li sighed.

"For low-level cultivators like us, it's good enough to have a job that can earn spirit stones. I go home once at the end of the year, bring the spirit stones I've saved, and see my wife and children. That's the greatest happiness."

After saying that, he looked a little embarrassed.

"Next year, if the trade route still needs maids, I will get my wife to come over and help clean the pots and cook for them. That will be a day to look forward to."

After finishing a bowl of soup, Ye Yang pondered over Dong Li's words: It is easy to be born, easy to live, but not easy to live.

For the lower class, it is very difficult to live a good life, because the daily trivialities and difficult living have already consumed all their energy.

Not to mention practicing.

Shaking his head, he continued to swing his knife and practice swordplay.

Because it was inconvenient to walk at night, the rest of the people were playing tossing pots, chatting, and guessing numbers.

The ghost-head seven-ring knife on Ye Yang's back is exaggerated and domineering in shape. When he swings it, it is so powerful that the copper rings jingle and the silver light cracks.

It attracted countless people to applaud.

"You have a nice knife. Lend it to me."

Ye Yang looked up and saw a buck-toothed, short and fat young man standing in front of him, staring at his ghost-head seven-ring knife with greed on his face. It was Long Fenger.

The seven-ring knife stood up, almost as tall as his body.

Ye Yang ignored him and continued swinging the knife.

This Long Feng'er was really abominable. He had shot him with an arrow at Moli Mountain. He was so arrogant and domineering that he didn't want to communicate with such a person, but he never expected that Long Feng'er would hold on to him.

"You think my words are just wind on my ears, don't you?"

Long Feng'er snorted coldly, raised the purple bow in his hand, pulled the bow, aimed his energy at Ye Yang, and the black arrow like a poisonous snake almost shot towards him.

Ye Yang still ignored him. Unlike Dong Li and other lower-level strongmen, he was wearing the uniform of a Feitian Sect disciple and belonged to the sect's reserve force.

This time he is also here to carry out an inspection mission for the Feitianmen Official Affairs Hall. If he gets injured, neither Long Gang nor his son will have a good ending.

"Damn it! I'm really going to cum!"

Long Feng'er bent his bow and wanted to shoot an arrow, but he didn't dare to do so, feeling anxious.

At this moment, Ye Yang smiled and said, "Well, if you want to see it, I'll show it to you."

After saying that, he handed the knife to Long Feng'er. Actually, he used a trick, the handle of the knife was still in his hand, and the back of the knife was given to Long Feng'er.

At the same time, his left hand was tightly grasping the Green Bamboo Sword. If the other party had any ill intentions, he would directly stab the other party's throat.

A cultivator's name and weapon cannot be borrowed from others. Using a cultivator's weapon is almost like pinching the opponent's weak spot.

If the other party had ill intentions and suddenly attacked him, his life would be in danger.

(End of this chapter)